MacManus walks out of the local diner after eating a fine breakfast, Stomach full. He sees a large crowd of people all gathered around and conversing in the middle of the street. He decides this is a great time to inform the people of his rough past and try to inform them of his natives mishap. He clears his throat and then whistles loudly to get everyones attention. He sees that everyone starts looking at him and he steps onto the highest stair of the building behind him and begins to speak.

"I was just a young native boy when the white man came. They ransacked my village and started to slaughter everyone. The only thing i remember is them yelling about needing our land. My father yelled at me to run. So thats what I did. I ran and never looked back. I spent the next 16 years in the wilderness honing my survival and killing skills."

MacManus looks around at all the people who now seem to seem somewhat intrigued by his story. He notices in the crowd that a few of his fellow tribesmen are now gathered and listening, many of them who didnt know his story or where he came from. He lowers his head and begins to think about his old home and family, his eyes tearing up, he takes out his peace pipe, lights it up and hands it to the man in front of him to pass through the crowd. He lifts his head back up somewhat teary eyed and begins to speak again.

"I came from a Creek tribe. We grew up warriors. I started leaning how to kill as soon as i could walk. I didnt get much training before my home was attacked, but luckily my father was a great warrior and i had observed him training many of my family members so I had a decent idea of what i had to do. While i was alone in the woods, I built my own home. I learned how to survive without any friends or family. I shaped my own bow and my awn arrows. I used whatever the wild offered me, animal bones, twigs and rocks. I went days without food. I learned very quickly how to sneak up on things and in a sense taught myself to be a very quiet assassin against the animals. This came in great use when the white men would wander into the woods and hunt. They pay much less attention than an animal, So i had plenty of training in the ways of stalking and hunting humans as well.. By the time i hit the age of 21, I decided it was time to leave the wilderness and rejoin the rest of the world, I went back to where my land once was and found that now it was a huge city."

MacManus now deep into his story begins to look a little more cheery. He begins to smile as he reaches out and grabs the peace pipe back from the crowd.  He clears his throat once again looks down at Magua in the front row listening to his story for probably the one hundredth time since he met him and shakes his hand.

 "It was here that I met a fellow native who went by the name of Magua. I introduced myself to him and he introduced me into his family. I now had a home, friends, and family. I shared the story of my life with him and he said he had a use for me. I came to know everyone in the family and slowly found my place. I grew closer and closer to Magua. I looked at him like a father. I felt at home with him, His abode was much like where i grew up, he kept the native ways alive, the traditions, and all. He showed me how to live like a mobster while holding true to my roots. This leads us to where I am today. A Native mobster knocking over 7-11's and robbing people on the streets. I just felt i needed to share the hardships of my people with you and hope that someday this land can be taken back in the name of the tribe. Thank you all for listening to my story, now it is time for me to head home. "

MacManus stops speaking raises a flag of his tribes colors in the air, Lets out a native yelp and slowly walks away from the crowd, peace pipe in hand.